What I'm Thinking About

I Can’t Write

Perhaps this entire blog makes the point well enough on it’s own, but I’ll just belabor the point with this post by stating flatly: I can’t write.

I grind my teeth to chalk trying to find some sharp expression of my muddle of thoughts. Simple e-mails take hours and then need to marinate overnight before cooking, and even then, the results are bland with the texture of overcooked meal and undercooked gristle.